The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Excluding the Eight DramasBridges, Robert
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The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Excluding the Eight Dramas
Bridges, Robert
English poetry
SEMICHORUS. The blue smoke overhead
Is turned to angry red.
The fire, the fire, it stirs.
Hark, a crackling sound, 1310
As when all around
Ripened pods of furze
Split in the parching sun
Their dry caps one by one,
And shed their seeds on the ground.
--Ah! what clouds arise.
Away! O come away.
The wind-wafted smoke,
Blowing all astray,
Blinds and pricks my eyes.
[PROMETHEUS, _after writing his name on the altar, goes out unobserved_.]
Ah! I choke, I choke.
--All the midst is rent:
See, the twigs are all
By the flaming spent
White and gold, and fall.
How they writhe, resist,
Blacken, flake, and twist,
Snap in gold and fall.
--See the stars that mount,
Momentary bright 1330
Flitting specks of light
More than eye can count.
Insects of the air,
As in summer night
Show a fire in flying
Flickering here and there,
Waving past and dying.
--Look, a common cone
Of the mountain pine
Solid gold is grown; 1340
Till its scales outshine,
Standing each alone
In the spiral rows
Of their fair design,
All the brightest shows
Of the sun's decline.
--Hark, there came a hiss,
Like a startled snake
Sliding through the brake.
Oh, and what is this? 1350
Smaller flames that flee
Sidelong from the tree,
Hark, they hiss, they hiss.
--How the gay flames flicker,
Spurting, dancing, leaping
Quicker yet and quicker,
Higher yet and higher,
--Flaming, flaring, fuming,
Cracking, crackling, creeping,
Hissing and consuming: 1360
Mighty is the fire.
IN. Stay, stay, cease your rejoicings. Where is he,
The prophet,--nay, what say I,--the god, the giver?
CHOR. He is not here--he is gone.
IN. Search, search around.
Search all, search well.
CHOR. He is gone,--he is not here.
IN. The palace gate lies open: go, Argeia,
Maybe he went within: go seek him there.
[_Exit_ AR.
Look down the sea road, down the country road:
Follow him if ye see him.
CHOR. He is not there.
IN. Strain, strain your eyes: look well: search everywhere.
Look townwards--is he there?
_Part of_ CHORUS _returning_. He is not there.-- 1371
_Other part returning._ He is not there.
_Argeia re-entering._
AR. He is not there.
CHOR. O see!
CHOR. See where?
CHOR. See on the altar--see!
CHOR. What see ye on the altar?
CHOR. Here in front
Words newly writ.
CHOR. What words?
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